The desire for a stranger

can sometimes spell danger,

but it can be very hard to resist

the yearning of one’s body.

The way he walks

and the way he talks.

I melt I watch him from afar.

I sometimes watch him from my car.

I see you, but you don’t see me,

though I fantasize

about your hands touching me.

I imagine your lips on mine

time after time.

My eyes follow

your body’s form

and I can just imagine

how well you would perform.

I close my eyes

and can almost feel

your hardness inside.

Oh, how I wish

the sensation was true.

There is so much that I would love

to experience with you.

I am obsessed, I cannot lie.

I feel that if I don’t have you

I will surely die.

My need has never been so great.

For your body, I can no longer wait.

It must be now

for I’m on the prowl.

You are the prey

for whom I’m to lay.

I drool for you.

I moan for you.

I want to drool and moan with you.

Together we can stew

until boiling over,

creating a mixture

of our own hot brew.